| 41. Hammill Peter - Reprise |
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We think we're fireproof, we never think that we'll get burned; we think we're fireproof, we never think, so well get burned; we think we're...
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| 42. Hammill Peter - Thunder |
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Silence. Omens... For pain shall come and change shall run down through my heart and shake my knees and NOW it is coming, all round is the humming of...
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| 43. Hammill Peter - Re-awakening |
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If you catch me running along by the sea, with bare feet in the sand, then you'll know I am dreaming my life out in a way you won't understand. I'm...
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| 44. Hammill Peter - Time Heals |
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Thinking back, it seems that I can lie beside you as I never truly did, in afterglow - no afterwords at all. Only writing love songs when it's gone...
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| 45. Hammill Peter - Act Two |
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THE VOICES House. Wet Vaults. Caissons. We breathe... OF THE Undercroft. Abutments. Stones. Wood. Breathe... HOUSE Buttresses. Bressumers. Spandrels....
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| 46. Hammill Peter - Fireships |
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There's a smokescreen on the horizon, fireships under sail tonight.... Here's the Armada of Souls, here's the flotilla from God knows where: from...
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| 47. Hammill Peter - Jeunesse D'oree |
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The youth are voting with their feet - Such a shame that the dance-beat gets so complicated. Pretty, pretty it seems... On second glance, the look is...
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| 48. Hammill Peter - Sign |
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Wrong drink to order. Suspicion grows, wrong situation... Oh, no-one knows where you've gone to in the pagan night and the neon reflections spread...
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| 49. Hammill Peter - No More (the Submariner) |
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In my youth, I played at trains: now all steam is gone. In my dreams, brief shelter from the rain, I try to catch the fireglow... with Dinky Toys, I...
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| 50. Hammill Peter - Easy To Slip Away |
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My, friends, I never really thought you'd go, but, then, we know that's the way it happens here. Now time is like cat's cradle in my hands: we gather...
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| 51. Hammill Peter - Tapeworm |
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When I was a child they made me read word-daggers of quiver and squirm now in the stumbling dark I see I am a worm silently fruiting your garden my...
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